A "RAMBLE" ON ROYAL GORGE'S SKI CAMP

come and walk with us

hear our spiel, join our rambles

pay no heed that when we're done

these fine woods will be left shambles,

pines and firs ripped from the ground

rocks removed, earth torn asunder.

we plunked our 2.43 mil down

and now deserve our plunder.

so you think our hotel and condos loom

glowering over your puny lake?

we'll build whatever we desire

our profit-thirst to slake.

if our money driven juggernaut

rips the warp, tears the weft

of the fragile fabric of the Sierra,

leaving those who love it bereft

we'll not shed a single tear

as there's no beauty in all creation

that compares to aggrandizement

our bottom line, capitalization

"only God can make a tree?"*

do spare us your enviro-dismay

trees, rocks, birds winging in the sky

matter not when we've loans to repay

so take a ramble, take a walk

listen to our rehearsed talk

see how reality can be spun

qualms? scruples? we have none.

KTG

*from a poem by Alfred Joyce Kilmer, 1913